Bitch, you don't know me
I know it looks like I'm in the midst of taping my hands to box but it's only the one.
This morning as I was leaving, I thought my orange tree looked like it needed water. So I went to water it, tripped over a step and to stop myself from falling on my face, I reached out to grab the grape trellis except I missed the trellis and grabbed the cactus that's growing next to it. How many years of schooling and I grab a cactus to break my fall? Yeah. I managed to get most of the needles out but there's probably still about 15-20 needles stuck subcutaneously in my palm and fingers. Ghetto fab.
This morning as I was leaving, I thought my orange tree looked like it needed water. So I went to water it, tripped over a step and to stop myself from falling on my face, I reached out to grab the grape trellis except I missed the trellis and grabbed the cactus that's growing next to it. How many years of schooling and I grab a cactus to break my fall? Yeah. I managed to get most of the needles out but there's probably still about 15-20 needles stuck subcutaneously in my palm and fingers. Ghetto fab.
Labels: Gardening, the wounding of Lot 49
posted by CMURB at 1:44 PM
2 Comments:
Do you have some tequila in the house? I think shots are in order.
You should probably invest in a suit of armor.
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